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08 February 2002 @ 08:00 pm
A little legend  
This is a brief little story I cam up with this afternoon, set in the Arrowflight world. I intend to use it as part of the background for my character, from a tribe of feral elves called the "Silver Wolves". This is a very rough draft: feel free to give any comments, criticism, or advice.

The Legend of Herudil and Hithelen

Herudil and Hithelen were sisters, daughters of our first cheiftain, Dinroccor. Herudil, the eldest, had raven black hair, and was very strong, a hunter to make Bhara proud. None compared to her skill with the Ratamun, and the only more effective hunter was her sister, the silver-haired Hithelen. Hithelen had mastered the bow at an early age, and would usually kill prey before her sister was able to reach it, even with the great axe. After their first century, they each had children of their own, but were still known as the best among hunters.

Word spread that there was a human travelling in the area who had turned into a wolf and killed his travelling companions. As the two greates hunters of the tribe, Herudil and Hithelen vowed to find and kill this human-beast before it could harm their tribe or their families.

Counseled by the wise shaman Sulcu, silver weapons were prepared. Hithelen was given 10 silver-tipped arrows, and Herudil was given a silver-bladed ratamun, which is still held by every cheiftain of our tribe to this day. They went to where the human-beast had last been seen, and began hunting. They were hunting for most of a month before the beast found them.

Hithelen saw it first, crouching in the darkness, hunting the hunters. She fired a shot and took out one of the wolf's eyes as it pounced. Herudil spun and sliced it's flank with her silver Ratamun, but was unable to cleanly kill this dire beast with her first strike. She spun her axe and sliced the wolf's neck with the other end, just as the wolf was biting down on her sister's leg.

They inspected the wound. A little bandaging and a single Holly Mushroom were sufficient care for such a minor wound. They severed the human-beast's head, and took it home as a trophy. Fearing the meat of such a beast would be tainted, they burned it in place.

They returned home, and the village rejoiced. Both families were happy that their mothers had returned, and great feasts were held.

A month later, Sillach, son of Hithelen, came running to the home of Herudil. "Come quick!" he said "A beast has taken my mother!" Herudil grabbed the silver ratamun, and together they ran to the home of Hithelen. There they found carnage, an entire family slaughtered by a beast. Hithelen was missing, and Sillach was the only survivor. Already suspecting the truth, Herudil spoke to the boy "Come home with me, I will raise you as my own son. My sister would have done the same for my own children."

They walked back to Herudil's home. As they approached they heard screams, which suddenly stopped. Inside, they found similar carnage to what they had left behind. Herudil's husband was dead, and her daughter was beyond screaming, dying in the maw of a silver-furred wolf. Hearing their entrance, the wolf turned on them and charged. She leaped at Herudil, who sliced open the beast with the great silver Ratamun. Then she spoke the following words onto it's corpse:

"I release you from this curse, my sister."

True to her word, Herudil took Sillach as her son, and raised him as an archer, teaching him to remember his mother always. In time, Herudil became cheiftain of our tribe, and Sillach after her. Ever since that time, our cheiftains have been the children of the silver wolf.
GryMorgrymor on February 8th, 2002 11:38 pm (UTC)
Wow, I think we have a winner.
Auto-defenestration has never been this funm00t on February 10th, 2002 01:01 pm (UTC)
I lost your phone number AGAIN.

Steven and I won't be going to game today. So don't pick us up. :P
St. Sean the Amusedseanb on February 10th, 2002 02:14 pm (UTC)
Gotcha. I just got home; this gives me a little more spare time for showering and stuff.